Now, she was the very reverse of all this. Manning central in her mind. They sold him the whisky. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. I must go and dress at once. It slipped out—as did that “she”.
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